Title: Dominum Mortis

Summary: (Or- the time when one Master of Death was reborn into Katekyo Hitman Universe.)

Pairings: None.

Warnings: Swearing. Lots of it, since Harry has an infinite time to pick it up.

THIS IS INSPIRED BY Deus Ex Machina THAT IS WRITTEN BYThe Plot Bunny Whisperer

A man with dark tousled hair could be seen pacing around his office (not that there is much space in the first place because of those damn papers), piercing green eyes narrowed in frustration with the tightening of his jaw.

The anger threading through his entire being could be seen radiating in the form of silver and black sparks running through his hair, black and silver whorls even more brightly contrasted against his skin as compared to the usual.

Hiding behind the ajar door was a clocked being that seems to gather all the courage it haves before sending out a pulse of inquiry (no being is that stupid to go into The Boss office immediately), shrinking back when bright green eyes bore holes at it.

"… You better not be bringing more paperwork for me."

The sound of papers crinkling when the being shifted resounded loudly in the heavy atmosphere.

A pause.

The being retreated further behind the door and waited for another minute before peeking into the room.

Growling, The Boss (with the capitals intended) took a deep breath before heaving angrily. Then counted to ten. To twenty.

It didn't help much, but to make the man's anger burn brighter because he was reminded of the times he had to do the counting to calm down.

"Screw this shit. I'm going to earth."

A soft sigh of relief (How it could even do that was something Harry could never figure out, since the being was supposed to be mute empathic) could be heard just as a portal with black and silver lightning flashing at the edge appeared at the flick of Harry's wrist.

A foot crossed over before the man paused and turn an irate glare at his minion.

"I don't care how you do it, but make sure everythingis fucking done when I'm back."

And he vanished, leaving the minion to send out pulses of panic, driving the rest of the minions in the office to go into a frenzy.

For his master to go to earth and spend his time until its up will take around…That's only a total of three days.

Once again, chaos ensued in Death's office as the minions of Death anxiety skyrockets.

Harry blinked at the woman cradling him close, all the while cooing at his blank look.

This wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he said he was going to earth. He could feel his eyebrow twitching when a man with blond hair gave a boisterous laugh beside his ear, irritating his sensitive hearing.

What in the fucking world did the bloody engineers do with his portal?

Outwardly, he remained calm, retaining his blank look despite the cooing coming from his supposedly parents. Inwardly… He remained calm too.

Though he did file away the thought of slaughtering his engineers for all the times they had screwed up his portal.

Make it almost every fucking time he sends it for maintenance.

He took in a deep breath and counted to twenty in his head. Not that it helps much.

Fucking. Minions.

Not bad was the first thought that pop in his head when he realised that all he had to do as a baby (bloody hell) was to eat, sleep, poop and eat.

This means no more paperwork.

No more fucking paperwork.

Chuckling (or giggling in the eyes of his parents), the man wondered casually if he should reward his engineers instead when he returned in about… Three days in Yggdrasil time.

Only to reconsider his thoughts when the man (Sawada Iemitsu, 25 years old.) picks him up and starts swaying him in his arms until the Master of Death felt like hurling while the woman ( Sawada Nana, 23) giggles.

She bloody giggled.

He can't wait to grow up and start incinerating this moron because no bloody idiot does that to a baby born a week ago.

Trust him to be stuck with bullshit even after decades after dying as Harry Potter and officially taking up his job as Master of Death (In fact, that's the first bullshit he had to go through).

He's starting to miss his office chair. Hopefully no one messed up and covered The Chair with paperwork.

Because hell is going to fall on the being that did that. That's a promise.

A/N: Well...I had to edit it:/